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Join the ServerMu An directly had the system plan the optimal route for him. After taking an anti-toxin pill, he used teleportation all the way through the forest until he reached Mutian Cliff.
Looking down from the edge, he could not see the bottom. All he could make out through the mist were a few green treetops and jagged rock formations.
The sight was enough to make even Mu An, who wasn’t afraid of heights, develop a fear of heights.
To make matters worse, flight magic couldn’t be used here. If he fell, he would really die.
“Are you sure there’s actually a cave down there?”
[Not only is there a cave, but if you go all the way down to the bottom of the cliff, you’ll also see a mysterious primitive tribe.]
“How mysterious? How primitive?”
[No one who enters their territory has ever come out alive. Because they eat people.]
Mu An fell silent, instantly losing interest.
He identified a large tree at the cliff’s edge as an anchor point, tied his rope tightly around it, tied the other end around himself, and carefully climbed down the cliff wall.
To avoid running out of time, he had to slide down quickly. Due to his previous life’s death by safety harness snapping mid-air, Mu An was extremely terrified.
But after sliding down five hundred meters, his rope ran out.
He could faintly see what seemed to be a cave about two hundred meters further down.
He calculated silently in his mind and decided to go back and buy a longer rope, preferably a magical artifact.
He climbed back up the mountain and, sure enough, heard the system’s alert.
[Host, detection shows that Shen Shengqing has arrived in Muyan City and is currently using the sect jade token to locate your position.]
“Good!”
Mu An had already given the bundle containing his disciple’s life tablet to a young beggar. He told the beggar to take the bundle to the Fula Inn, rent a room with silver, and place the bundle on the table.
There was no way he could rush from this place to the inn faster than his master could.
Gritting his teeth, he teleported directly to a nearby red-light district.
When some sect disciples wanted to visit brothels or gamble, they would deliberately leave their disciple life tablets behind to avoid being suddenly checked up on by their masters. After all, breaking sect rules meant being strung up and whipped by their masters.
He could only pretend that he wanted to visit a brothel, and that’s why he had left his life tablet at the inn.
Moreover, his persona was a yandere who liked his master. Naturally, he wouldn’t dare carry his life tablet while doing something shameful.
[Speaking of which, what would a yandere who likes his master be doing in a brothel?] the system interrupted.
Mu An ground his teeth. “I don’t know either, but I couldn’t think of any other excuse to leave the house without my life tablet!”
To maintain his persona, he specifically found a brothel that only employed male companions.
As soon as he entered, he was immediately grabbed by the madam draped in red gauze. The overwhelming scent of powder made him instinctively push her away hard, creating distance.
The madam, pushed away, didn’t get angry. Her eyes were seductive as she sized up Mu An inch by inch.
“What a vigorous and powerful young master~ What kind of young gentleman does the young master desire?”
Her cloyingly sweet voice made Mu An’s skin crawl. Among other things, this voice was simply the most affected he had heard in two lifetimes.
“Since I’m here, I naturally want the best. Do you have a courtesan? Preferably one with a cold temperament, dressed in white.”
Hearing this, the madam gave him an “I understand” look and blinked her seductive eyes. “Young master likes the cold, immortal lord type, don’t you?”
“But the courtesan’s price is a bit higher than the regular ones~”
Mu An directly pulled out ten high-grade spirit stones and placed them in her hand. The madam’s eyes lit up instantly.
[This is a rich man!]
“Just call him over immediately. Be quick. And give me a private room! Hurry!” Mu An was frantic, afraid his master would arrive any second.
Seeing how impatient he was, the madam couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Xiaoman! Escort this distinguished guest to Room 2 to wait.”
Xiaoman, standing nearby, immediately responded and stepped forward.
Still worried, the madam added, “Treat the distinguished guest well.”
Mu An anxiously followed Xiaoman to the room.
The courtesan hadn’t arrived yet, so Xiaoman thoughtfully poured tea for Mu An.
He also picked up a pipa that was sitting nearby. “Does the guest have a particular tune he’d like to hear?”
Although Xiaoman wasn’t a male companion but merely a servant, his delicate little face, plain clothes, and simple appearance were still very striking. In modern times, he could probably become an internet celebrity.
Mu An had no heart to appreciate it. He simply waved his hand. “Play whatever you like.”
Xiaoman nodded slightly. His delicate fingers plucked the strings, and a melodious, moving tune slowly flowed forth.
Unconsciously, it diluted the panic in Mu An’s heart. [Anyway, I’m at a brothel now. When my master sees that I came here without my life tablet, he’ll only think me absurd, but he won’t guess what I was just doing.]
Drinking tea and listening to the music, Mu An’s mood actually became somewhat sorrowful.
[The tune is played so beautifully. If this were modern times, Xiaoman could really become an internet celebrity or a music teacher. But in this cultivation world, he can only be a servant.]
[With Xiaoman’s looks, when he grows up, he might even be forced to receive guests.]
His heart couldn’t bear it. “Xiaoman, how old are you now?”
Xiaoman, suddenly hearing the guest’s voice, felt a slight tightness in his heart. [This person, like all the other guests before him, must have taken a liking to my appearance and is getting restless, right?]
He pressed his lips together slightly, his hands never stopping, “Your servant is fifteen years old this year.”
“Fifteen. Three years until I’m of age,” Mu An sighed inwardly. “Were you sold to this place by your family?”
Xiaoman accidentally played a wrong note. Recovering his composure, he continued playing with an expressionless face. “I don’t know. Ever since I gained consciousness, I’ve been here.”
He had no idea whether he had been sold or if he had gotten lost and been taken in.
“If I were to buy your freedom, how many spirit stones would it take?” Mu An asked.
Xiaoman instantly paused his hands, looking up at him in sheer astonishment.
“Patron~ Mi’er is here.” The brothel madam suddenly pushed open the door with a beaming smile, followed by a white-clad man walking in with a submissive posture.
The man was roughly one hundred and eighty centimeters tall. Keeping his head slightly lowered, he carried an air of aloof submissiveness, ethereal in white robes as he walked with an elegant and natural gait.
As the man stopped before him, the madam smiled and spoke, “Mi’er, why don’t you lift your head and let the patron have a look.”
Mi’er raised his eyes slightly. The moment their gazes met, Mu An sprang up in shock.
The man’s skin was as smooth as jade, marked by a single red dot between his brows, and his eyes were as clear and calm as a deep pool.
Mu An’s heart raced violently—not from a fluttering crush, but out of sheer terror.
How could it be Yunnan You?!
“Is the patron satisfied?” Seeing him so startled, the madam inwardly rejoiced; it seemed the guest liked this new arrival, Mi’er, very much.
Mu An’s mind churned with chaotic thoughts, but outwardly he regained his calm. “Extremely satisfied. Have him accompany me; you may leave first.”
The madam smiled with satisfaction. “As long as the patron is satisfied. Today is actually Mi’er’s first time receiving a client, so you must be gentle with him.”
“Patron, you can hold his hand or kiss him, but you cannot go too deep. Mi’er is still a virgin; if you want a night of passion, you’ll have to wait for the auction three days from now.”
“If the patron likes him, you can come check it out then.”
Hearing this, Mu An was screaming internally! No way! Why is there this horrific feeling of walking in on an acquaintance working as a gigolo?!
Mu An remained silent, and unable to quite gauge his attitude, the madam simply instructed Mi’er to serve him well before leaving with Xiaoman.
Before leaving, Xiaoman cast one more surreptitious glance at Mu An, only to feel deeply disappointed upon seeing that the other had apparently already been captivated by Mi’er’s soul.
None of the men who came here genuinely wanted to rescue anyone from the dust; they merely came to satisfy their own desires.
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